disentangle from dreaming

Blurring within the fringeI signify the very blood of meand then, I smear it on my skinthe superficial world is no longer remedialhushed flesh stretched to extremesI quiver, many of the marginally unfeelingare numbpeople disappear because they are peripheralnot intramural, nor mechanismrumors gelating with decaybarren trees hosting a leafless rustlemy blood, still red on the permafrost
spills colder